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…he Atman), and says ‘it is one and I am another’ is not wise, but he is like a house-dog of the gods.” And house-dogs shall we remain so long as we cling to a belief in a knowing sub- ject and a known object, or in the worship of anything, even of the Atman itself, as long as it remains apart from our- selves. Such a dilemma as this does not take long to induce one of those periods of “spiritual dryness,” one of those “dark nights of the soul” so familiar to all mystics and even to mere students of mysticism. And such a night seems to have clos…
1910 · PDF PAGE 293
THE MANTRA-YOGI I How should I seek to make a song for thee When all my music is to moan thy name? That long sad monotone—the same—the same— Matching the mute insatiable sea That throbs with life’s bewitching agony, Too long to measure and too fierce to tame! An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame Is this great ache that grips the heart of me. Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws Till Iam dead. Then let me die! Who knows But that this corpse committed to the earth May be the occasion of some happier birt…
1910 · PDF PAGE 411
…s evil years, He knows the Questing Beast runs free— Author of Evil, then, is he! Whereat immediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at last The beast he seeks: ’tis like an hart. Ever it courseth far and fast. Sir Palamede is sore aghast, 35
1910 · PDF PAGE 370
…r-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies through the temple’s purple shrines. Behold, pure queen, the magic signs. Let words out-stream As mingled wines! . . . Victor B. NEUBURG. 352
1910 · PDF PAGE 254
…Sunken, sunken was the sun Ere ever the moon uprose, And the tall dark trees cast shadows dun Over the lonely way; Over the moorland the long path goes We trod at the close of day. We sped to reach the dark green hill, The Hill of the Bloody Bowl, And the shadows were watching, watching us still As we crept in the shadowless path, Over the moor to the Mother Troll With the heart that was pierced in wrath.
1910 · PDF PAGE 124
….{ Golden Dawn Symbol (E). 10 4 Four breaks. R. Reet A.C. 23 Nine breaks. Against this particular practice P. wrote: “I think breaks are longer in themselves than of old; forI find myself con- centrating on them and forgetting the primary altogether. But I have no means of telling how long it is before the error is discovered.” Some very much more elaborate and difficult meditations were attempted by P. at this time; in nature they are very similar to many of St. Loyola’s. We give the account in his own words: I tried to imagine the sound of a …
1910 · PDF PAGE 469
…ar; Yet all the horror of the pit Clad it with all the arms of fear. Moreover, though he sought to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed From heaven. He halted in a glade, Bade his horse crop the tender grass; Put off his armour, softly laid Himself to sleep till noon should pass. 93
1910 · PDF PAGE 198
… me somewhat.] 12.26 p.m. 12.57 p.m. 31m. 30 breaks, [Mantra evolved into “tartsano.”+ I was not in good form and suspect many breaks of long duration.] I keep Mantra going all day. 4.58 p.m. 5.9 p.m. Pranayama 11m. Perspiration. 5.14 p.m. 5.25pm. Pranayama 11 m. Wound up with a Grand = Prana- yama.t 5.28 p.m. 6.6 p.m. 38 m. 30 breaks. [Very tired towards end and difficult to get settled. To me it seems evident that the first ten breaks or so are rapid.] 6.10 p.m. 6.26 p.m. Pranayama 16 m. 8.15 p.m. 8.47 p.m. Ajna with 32m. 22 breaks, Mantra [L…
1910 · PDF PAGE 290
…o key to unlock the gate of Hell. There is no escape from the eternal round, No hope in love, or victory, or art. There is no plumb-line long enough to sound The abysses of my heart!
1910 · PDF PAGE 462
…d unto the tideless sea, That the keen whisper of the wind May bring him that which never men Knew—on the quest, the quest, rides he! So long to seek, so far to find ! So weary was the knight, his limbs Were slack as new-slain dove’s; his knees No longer gripped the charger rude. Listless, he aches ; his purpose swims Exhausted in the oily seas Of laxity and lassitude. The soul subsides; its serious motion Still throbs ; by habit, not by will. And all his lust to win the quest Is but a passive-mild devotion. (Ay! soon the blood shall run right …
1910 · PDF PAGE 430
…g a baby at her breast, Drunk and debauched, one solid stench, But carrying a silver lute. ’Boardeth her, nor doth baulk nor blench, And long abideth brute by brute Amid the unsavoury denizens, Until his melodies uproot The oaks, lure lions from their dens, Turn rivers back, and still the spleen Of serpents and of Saracens. Thus then equipped, he quits the quean, And in a city fair and wide Calls up with music wild and keen The Questing Marvel to his side. Then do the sportful city folk About his lonely stance abide: Making their holiday, they …
1910 · PDF PAGE 470
…ow knowest thou, then, That it is ever or hath been, Sir Palamede the Saracen?” Sir Palamede was well awake. “Nay! I deliberate deep and long, Yet find no answer fit to make To thee. The weak beats down the strong; The fool’s cap shames the helm. But thou! I know thee for the shade that haunts My way, sets shame upon my brow, My purpose dims, my courage daunts. Then, since the thinker must be dumb, At least the knight may knightly act: The wisest monk in Christendom May have his skull broke by a fact.” With that, as a snake strikes, his sword L…
1910 · PDF PAGE 455
…SARACEN KNIGHT The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’ware T…
1910 · PDF PAGE 364
…fraid to scratch his head lest he should incommode his vermin, it is indeed a joy for a young and nameless author to be presented with a long sword by a cordial editor, with the injunction: “There, my lad, sweep away, never mind what you hit—I’ll stand the racket.” Whoosh! off we go. One, two, three—crash! What’s that? ‘“Aere perennius”? Or a perennial ass? Let us see—a very curious problem. A problem not to be solved by mere surface scraping. Well then? A thankless and invidious task it may seem to pierce deeper than the “wolf in Dr. Jaeger’s …
1910 · PDF PAGE 242
…ses him again, nods. EUPHEMIA. I will—I do—I love you—I trust you. caRR. Sweetheart! [They kiss, furtively, as if hearing Sootsteps.| So.long! [She retreats into the room, and blows him a kiss. CARR [outside, loudly). Good morning, Miss Ossory! EUPHEMIA [sinking into a chair, faintly|. Good-bye— no, no! Till—when? [She is almost crying, but sets her teeth and rises. THOMAS [opening the door|. Mr. Delomm. [Enter DELHOMME. DELHOMME. I am a thousand times sorry to intrude upon your grief, Miss Ossory, but EUPHEMIA. Uncle Henry was nothing to me. D…
1910 · PDF PAGE 238
THE EQUINOX carr. Why havea long Latin name if you mean to play the English hypocrite? Who was poor Uncle Henry? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry? About two and a half! The only thing you can know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a Little scream of hovvory.| Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry!... Sweetheart! EUPHEMIA. Mine own! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain! .…
1910 · PDF PAGE 369
… have the virile and portentous bray of the Ass of Apuleius, not (as hitherto) the plaintive bray of the proverbial ass who hesitated so long between the two thistles that he starved to death. I warn thee, ass! We who are gods have laughed with thee these many years; beware lest in the end we laugh at thee with the laughter of a mandrake torn up, whereat thou shouldst fall dead. A. QUILLER, JR. 351
1910 · PDF PAGE 240
… to him, in a tragic whisper.| Something has happened—something is going to happen. carr. And something has not happened—I knew it was a long time since we missed a week. By the way, have you heard the terrible news about Queen Anne? Dead, poor soul! Never mind, silly, you told me most dramatically, and it shall be counted unto you for righteousness. EUPHEMIA. I think you're the greatest brute in the world— and I love you. carr. How reciprocal of you! EUPHEMIA. Sweet! carr. On my honour, I haven't a single chocolate on me. Have a cigar? [Busine…
1910 · PDF PAGE 141
THE DOCTRINES OF BUDDHISM Having sat for seven long years under the Bédhi tree Gotama opened his eyes and perceiving the world of Sam- sara* exclaimed: “Quod erat demonstrandum!” True, he had attained to the spotless eye of Truth and had become Buddha the Enlightened One; he had entered the Nothing- ness of Nibbdna,j and had become one with the Uncreated and the Indestructible. And now he stood once again on the shore line of existence and watched the waves of life roll landwards, curve, break and hiss up the beach only to surge back into the o…
1910 · PDF PAGE 316
… his arrival in the village where Ljubov lived, he noticed the child and her marvellous beauty. For hours, having retired to the house belonging to a rich lady whose guest he was, he drivelled, with before him the enrapturing vision of Ljubov’s priceless jewels. He proceeded carefully; made friends with all the children; and, the seventh day having come, he met her outside the village, by chance— so she thought—and made her a present of a few trifling ornaments. Then he placed over his own eyes two empty shells of walnut, and pretended to play …